Rachel"You still haven't told him, huh?"I hoisted the laundry basket up and eyed Taylor over the top. She sat on my living room couch, legs tucked underneath her, hair piled on top of her head, and a glass of wine in her hand. With a slight shake of her head, she took a few sips and sighed."I don't know how to tell him."Taylor raised an eyebrow. "I don't think it has anything to do with that. I think you just don't want to."With a grunt, I set the laundry basket down on the coffee table and sat down opposite it on the brown leather armchair. "Why wouldn't I want to?""Because you've been waiting for the other shoe to drop this entire time. Now that it has, you think it'll be easier this way."I leaned forward and reached for a pair of pants. "I don't know what you're talking about."Taylor swung her legs forward and leaned back against the pillows. "Yes, you do. Rach, I love you, I do, but it's like you're afraid of being happy.""I am not afraid of being happy. Why would I be?"
Taylor smiled. "See? You're still an important part of his life. Just because Carla is back in the picture doesn't mean that's going to change.""You don't know that."Taylor stood up and took her glass of wine with her. She finished off the rest of it before washing it in the sink. I watched her as she set it out to dry before coming back. Wordlessly, she lowered herself onto the carpeted floor in front of me and reached for a pile of clothes."I thought you hated doing laundry.""I do, but I love you more," Taylor replied with a smile. "And the sooner you get done with this, the sooner you can call Bernard to remind him about Ron's school event in a few days."I sat up straighter and cleared my throat. "I don't know if he will be able to make it.""He's made it to all the events so far, hasn't he? Besides, didn't you already tell him?"I nodded and glanced down at the towel in my lap. "I did.""So, you're just calling to remind him. There's nothing wrong with that."In silence, I fo
Bernard"We need to offer them better packages," I said, pausing to press two fingers to my forehead. I rubbed in slow, circular motions and ignored the niggling sensation in the back of my skull. "And better job benefits.""It should be enough." Raymond sat up straighter and crossed one leg over the other. "We should look into holding an event."I let my hands fall to the desk and stared at him. "An event?""Yeah, a lot of the other companies are holding these events to allow prospective employees the chance to tour the company, ask questions, etc."I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know that.""Yeah, the recruitment process has changed," Raymond replied with a shrug. "So, we need to stay ahead of the game."I nodded and straightened my back. "Of course. Let's look into that and see when we can have one of these events.""You'll need to bring Carla into the fold.""She's only been here two weeks.""And she's already closed a deal with that oil company," Raymond pointed out with a smile.
"Thanks.""I've always admired your work ethic, Bernard," Carla continued, pausing to flash me a bright smile. "You're ambitious and dedicated, just like me. It's one of the reasons why we work so well together.""Don't you mean worked?"Carla inched closer, and her expression turned serious. "I mean work. We still work well together, Bernard. You and I closed that deal together the other week.""That was mostly you."Carla threw her head back and laughed. "Don't be so modest.""I'm not."Carla lowered her head and stared at me through hooded eyes. "You know, I wasn't sure if you were going to give me a job, but I'm glad you did. I've missed you."I took a long sip of my drink before setting it down. "You didn't miss me, Carla. You and I weren't a good match in spite of what people think."Carla shook her head. "We were. It just wasn't the right time, but it's been years, Bernard. I think it's time to try again.""What?"Carla inched closer and placed her hands on my shoulders. "I sti
Rachel“We need to talk,” Bernard said when I opened the door the following day. He lingered in the doorway, a determined gleam in his eyes until I stepped back. Wordlessly, Bernard followed me into the apartment and let the door fall shut behind him.“Ron, it’s time for breakfast,” I called out over my shoulders. “Hurry up, or we’re going to be late.”“Are you going to say something?”“What do you want me to say, Bernie?” I folded my arms over my chest and stared at him. “Because I honestly have no idea what you want me to say.”“You know that Carla and I are not together, much less re-engaged.”“Do I? I don’t even know what I know anymore.”Bernard covered the distance between us, his eyes never leaving my face. “You know that I care about this family, and I want to be a part of it.”“Can I have ice cream for breakfast, mommy?”I swung my gaze away from Bernard and took a step back. “No, sweetheart. We’ve been over this before. Ice cream is bad for you. You can have cereal, though.”
Bernard ran a hand over his face and blew out a breath. "Rachel, I don't know how many more times I can tell you this, but Carla isn't the problem here.""What is the problem?""You haven't even noticed how stressed I've been lately with everything that's going on at work," Bernard continued as if he hadn't heard me. "And you haven't even tried to make things better. Instead, you're just standing there accusing me of things I didn't do. I don't understand why you're being so inconsiderate and insensitive-""I'm inconsiderate and insensitive? You're the one who is letting people, including your ex-fiancé, think that I'm your housekeeper. Because that's what you really think of me, isn't it?""I don't know what you're talking about."I let my hands fall to my sides and stepped towards me. "Yes, you do. I agreed that we should keep it private because I thought it would be better, but I never thought about what it meant to you. You and I both know that we weren't meant to happen. If it wa
Rachel"I know it doesn't seem like it now, but things are going to be okay."I blew my nose before tossing the tissue into the bin. "How? How are things going to be okay?"It had been days since my argument with Bernard, and I felt worse and worse about it with each passing day. Not only had he not spoken to me directly during our interactions, but he was also careful to leave a wide berth of space between us when we interacted. Sitting across from him during our meals was a slow form of torture, and I hated every minute of it.But I had no idea how to make things better.Nor was I sure I wanted to.I couldn't be the only one fighting for us.More and more, I was beginning to wonder if Bernard regretted bringing me into his life. Wanting to be a part of his son's life was one thing. Getting involved with me, the mother of his child, was another, and I had ignored every warning sign and the voice in my head telling me it was going to complicate things.Why hadn't I just listened to my
BernardBeing around Rachel was hard.Especially when I had to keep my hands to myself and pretend like the space between us wasn't killing me. Over the past week, I had done everything I could to respect her wishes, even keeping our conversations strictly about Ron, but I didn't know how much more I could take.And I had no idea how to make things better.How was I supposed to when she wouldn't even look at me?In the mornings, she didn't linger over breakfast anymore and instead ushered Ron out the door as soon as he was done. In the afternoons, she sat as far away from me as possible in the car and didn't say a word until Ron got into the car and filled the silence. However, dinners were much worse. Gone were the warm hugs and bright smiles she gave me when I got home from work. Instead, they were replaced with a stiff greeting and a nod in my direction.I had well and truly messed things up.Why couldn't I seem to make her happy?Over the past few days, I had considered going to h